|Your personal background.|
|So there I was, unable to move, unable to speak. It's eyes glowing with rage and foreboding. It's jaw continuously cycling. Constantly churning. It seemed to be able to eat anything. I was frozen with fear.|
It had only been 2 short weeks since I was initiated into the order. Never in my wildest dreams would I have ever thought I would encounter it so soon. Most Knights never even catch a glimpse, but I had 'business' to do out in the woods. There is something about Sir Cooksalot's homemade rabbit chili special that makes my insides want to get active, if you know what I mean.
After what seemed like an eternity, my training came back to me like a herring to the face. One word came to mind and all I had to do was mouth it. I mustered as much force I was feebly able to and shouted with a shrieking voice the 'word'. With great glory, I opened my eyes with full expectations to see the thing fleeing in fear only to find the goat still staring his endless stare, still munching on grass.
It was then that I realized I said the wrong word. You see goats don't care if you say 'Pancakes".
So I ran. Perhaps another day, I will tell you the rest of the story.
|Your opinions about Cosmology@Home|
|I am shrubbing Cosmology because there can't be a proper model of the Universe without including shrubberies! And if you can't find the Holy Shrubbery in the Universe, where can you find it?|
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